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I swear I'm sick of sorry songs and sobbin on the phone and guitars can only distract you from yourself for so long. I Barely recognize the difference there between right and wrong, it come and goes and leaves me broke and God's the only one that knows it's not my fault I swear to God it's not my fault.

I've been losing sleep and drugs and thoughts and time and tiny pieces of my mind that you borrowed without asking me though I don't need them right now, I am so goddamned tired of all the lies we're tellin to ourselves.

I keep a box in my room filled with everything that you ever gave me or anything that reminds me of you, I keep it lock out of sight with hopes that one day I might pluck up the courage to sit down and write this letter to you . You'll keep it locked in a drawer by your bedside, you may never read it but it makes you glad to know that it's there, and you'll stare at the words that I wrote with my own two hands words I never had the courage to say, this is life at a pace that will crush us all right back to where we began, this is hope in the form of a song that no one should ever hear. Nothing for certain though, only one thing I know is true, I got all of these little things, but he's still got you. But don't you know that?


from Our Hearts are Gold, Our Grass is Blue, released September 17, 2009